Bhool Payi Sakina

Meri Gardan Mein Baandhi Gayi Rasiyan Mere Kaano Se Nochi Gayi Baaliyan Khoon Behta Raha Dard Badta Raha Taaziyane Layeeno Ke Aur Wo Jafa

Ropes were tied around my neck, Earrings were torn from my ears. Blood kept flowing, the pain kept growing, The whips of the wretched and their cruelty.

Mujh Ko Kaanto Pe Paidal Chalaya Gaya Baap Ka Sar Dikha Kar Rulaya Gaya Tha Wo Kaisa Safar Bibiyan Nange Sar Ek Ek Zakhm Se Khoon Behta Raha

I was made to walk barefoot on thorns, They made me weep by showing me my father's head. What a journey it was, the ladies with uncovered heads, From every wound, blood kept flowing.

Mai Jo Royi To Mujhko Tamache Lage Thak Ke Soyi To Abid Ko Durre Lage Beech Bazaar Mein Shehre Aghyaar Mein Haye Saadaat Ka Jo Tamasha Bana

When I wept, I was struck with slaps, When I slept from exhaustion, Abid was struck with lashes. In the middle of the bazaar, in the city of strangers, Alas, what a spectacle they made of the Prophet's progeny.

Bola Darbar Mein Aake Yun Ek Shaki Tu Kaneezi Mein Ja Haakim e Waqt Ki Kaisa Lamha Tha Wo Kaisa Sadma Tha Wo Roke Us Dam Pukari Mai Haye Chacha

A wretch came into the court and said, 'Go into the servitude of the ruler of the time.' What a moment that was, what a shock it was, Weeping at that moment, I cried out, 'Alas, my Uncle!'

Mere Baba Ka Sar Tasht Mein Tha Rakha Ussay Gustakhiyan Karte Thay Ashkiyan Koi Haami Na Tha Kis Ko Deti Sada Ek Ghayyur Bete Ko Ghaiz Aagaya

My father's head was placed in a tray, They were committing insolence against it, the wretched ones. There was no protector, to whom could I call out? A zealous son (Imam Zainul Abideen) was filled with rage.

Raah Mein Pani Aata Mayassar Agar Daal Deti Thi Abid Ki Zanjeer Par Har Qadam Ek Jafa Rona Bhi Jurm Tha Darmiyan Shamiyo Ke Thi Aale Aba

If water ever became available on the path, I would pour it over Abid's chains. Every step was a cruelty, even weeping was a crime, The family of the Prophet was amidst the Syrians.

Poocha Haakim Ne Darbar Mein Shimr Se In Aseeron Mein Binte Ali Kaun Hai Ro Rahi Thi Phupi Thi Wo Kaisi Ghadi Naam Phupiyon Ka Leta Tha Wo Be-Haya

The ruler asked Shimr in the court, 'Which of these captives is the daughter of Ali?' My aunt was weeping, what a moment that was, The shameless one was calling out the names of the aunts.

Dil Pe Pathar Rakha Aur Jeeti Rahi Taaziyane Layeeno Ke Sehti Rahi Dushmano Ka Watan Mai Aseere Mehan Jis Jagah Ek Lamha Tha Ek Saal Sa

I kept a stone on my heart and kept on living, Enduring the whips of the wretched. In the enemy's land, I was a prisoner of suffering, Where every moment felt like a year.

Kamsini Aur Aseeri Wo Zindan Ki Jis Jagah Maut Bhi Aake Rone Lagi Yaad Nashtar Bani Khaak Bistar Bani Phir Ye Zindan Meri Lehad Ban Gaya

My tender age and that imprisonment in the dungeon, A place where even death came and wept. Memories became daggers, the dust became my bed, Then this dungeon became my grave.

Ek Paigham Hai Zaairon Ko Yehi Shab Ko Bibi Ke Rauze Pe Jao Kabhi Ro Rahi Hai Wahan Ab Bhi Tanhaiyan Sun Ke Aaye Hai Farhan o Mazhar Sada

There is this one message for the pilgrims, Go to the Bibi's shrine at night sometimes. Solitude is still weeping there, Farhan and Mazhar have come after hearing the call.